Rush Not To Create Anew Memories
A few humans evoke
No, not to recall past memories
in motion to see the fractured heart.
Neither do they force afresh, anew beginning,
to create a series of new memories.
They try to make the present walk
Without any false promise.
Wish my words had wings
to fill the distance
it would have hugged your Soul
let You know
that I like you friend, always
that I love your Soul dearly
as we happen to met in this life again
to celebrate the joy and happiness
of knowing each other’s souls.
Romance breathes in her veins
deep as her brown eyes, she navigates inside your soul
Yet, she will resist you
not playing, not fooling with your time,
she wants to know
can you make love to her mind.
The Virgin clouds playing
hide and seek with the crimson Sun
were summoned by Indra Devta
to shower the lands to impregnation
Spoonful of moonshine sprinkled
on the Gulmohar flowers
as it heavenly perfumed
making the on goers drowsy
Nothing could have gone wrong
until a heavy shower of scattered rain
brought many a bunch of flowers
to its death, yet its vibrant colour remained untounced.
Gulmohar Flowers- Delonix regia
Guardian of the night
securing our peaceful sleep
Night is incomplete without listening to the whistling at hours gap
” he let us build castles of visions and missions in our dreams.”
It taunted at her existence every time She opened her eyes
It made Her existence nothing more of a value
She was chained, caged with a dream
She never knows how she envisioned and cherishes to fulfill
She gulped the screams of the winds howled by the pine trees
She left her comfort long time back
when she met the Philosopher in the strange lands
She is a Gypsy, caged, chained in the urban forests.
I like the way You left Me,
cold without a hint.
I understand the reason and purpose
real meaning why I never saw the Soul in Your eyes
Your emotions and feelings so confused
They never wanted to come out of the hidden veil
beautifully laced in luxury for others to Admire.